I am a lucky man. Yesterday I turned 35 and I can't think of a single thing I want in my life that I don't currently have.
As I approached 30, I started to kick myself in the ass for not taking my writing career seriously. I spent all my time whining about not being a writer instead of sitting my butt down and writing. Now here I am at 35 and I've got a book out here in the US and in Germany, another book out in a month, a short story in an anthology filled with brilliant writers (I'm still not sure why I'm in it), and a third book sold and set to come out Spring 2015. I have a supportive family, a partner who got me a Tardis cake, and the best friends possible.
My twenties were rough. I was rootless, confused, stupid, and angry. I made a ton of mistakes, took a lot of people for granted, and wasted my time. I finally took charge of my life in my thirties. I stopped waiting for other people to make me happy and set out to do what I needed to do to create a fulfilling life. And I've succeeded.
My thirties are half over and I can honestly say that they've been the best years of my life. I'm a very lucky man, and I suspect that the rest of my thirties are going to be just as great, if not better.
"All of time and space; everywhere and anywhere; every star that ever was. Where do you want to start?" - The Doctor